From Straight Lines to Circles (bxb) ***ON HOLD***

Chapter One

Hey Guys :) So I know this used to be rated R but it wasn't working... so instead it's just a regular teen fiction. Eventually their will be an R rated story though so keep posted if your a closet perv. Anyway, thanks for reading and please! please! Leave any feedback and vote if you like it, thanks! (P.s. This is dedicated to anyone who has ever been picked on for being different. My heart goes out to you and I know how you feel. It has happened to me to. You are not alone and I will always support you no matter what.)

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Charlies POV:

Flinging my locker open I darted my eyes back and forth, nervous for my daily onslaught. With an involuntary shudder I scanned my eyes over my books. English Lit, Chemistry, NO MATH?!! I rapidly pushed my hand inside my locker, roughly shoving aside granola bar wrappers and stray loose leaf to try and find my precious text book. As I was rooting through a bag of old gym socks two hands clamped down harshly on my shoulders. I shrieked loudly (but still manly) and tried to escape, batting rapidly at the intruder.

"Charlie, Charles it's just me!" A feminine voice yelled, making me- wait, feminine? With relief running through my system, a smile broke on my face. I turned around and flung myself at the person burying her in a hug.

"Janellyyyy!" I shouted, smiling at my best friend as she pretended to glare. Her long dark hair was pulled in a tight ponytail, showcasing her friendly, large dark brown eyes. She was also dressed in her cheerleading uniform, showing off her nicely toned legs.

"Forget something?" She smiled bemusedly, handing me my missing math textbook. I had forgotten. I left it at her house the other day when we were studying together. I really had to stop forgetting things at her house, it was making me crazier than usual.

"Thank you sooo much!" I exclaimed, crushing her in another hug. "Ms. Stern would have eaten me if I didn't have it, the cannibal." I paused, releasing her, and looked at her in an exaggerated way. "Woah Janelly," I said grinning. "You're kinda hot." She just rolled her eyes and laughed while shaking head. This was our running joke. It's true, Janelle was hot but it didn't effect me if you get what i mean.

"It's really too bad," she said, wiping a fake tear from her eye. "Too bad that all lovely ladies including myself will never get any of your love, it's a travesty." I laughed at my best friend and nodded in agreement. Yes I'm gay, and yes it is a travesty, for the girls at least. "Anyway I have to go I have practice," she said, picking up her backpack that I had knocked off her shoulder in my excitement. "Try not to attack anyone else while I'm gone." She then waved and turned in the direction of the gym, bouncing happily as she walked. I smiled to myself as she left, thankful for a friend like her. We met in the eighth grade. She caught me checking out one of the boys football players and teased me endlessly until I finally told her my secret.

Somehow as a total stranger, Janelle got me to tell her more things then even my parents knew. We had been bestfriends ever since. It was now eleventh grade and though I had come out of the closet by now she still supported me.

No matter what.

The second bell then rang, tearing me out of my thoughts. I cursed when I realized I was late, grabbing the textbook Janelle had handed me and running in the direction of my class. As I whipped around the corner I could see the door of my classroom when a large, tanned hand slammed into the locker in front of me, blocking my path. I started shaking slightly, nerves starting to sink into my body.

This was not Janelle. I turned my face and saw him in all his sexy, evil glory. Collin Waysworth. A sinister smirk was planted across his handsome face, his grey eyes narrowed and glaring. His two trained servants were standing behind him, their arms crossed and muscular, similar to his. It angered me that they were too weak to even pick on a boy my size alone. Damn pack mentality. He shifted his face closer to my own, making me catch a breath as he raised a hand to my shoulder and grasped it uncomfortably tight. "Hello fag..." He drawled coldly, making his apes laugh callously. "Changed your disgusting mind yet?" I glared as severely I could, trying to ignore his handsome face.

"Never, this is who I am and if you and your apes can't accept it, it's your fault." One of the servants chuckled coldly and sauntered over to where I was being pressed against the locker. Dane Mcallister. Brawn and no sympathy he was ten times worse than Collin. I was pretty sure he had no soul because he was too busy being a demon baby. He motioned to Collin to let me go, cracking his knuckles to hint his intentions. I looked at Collin, unsure in what I saw. His face displayed uncertainity... and guilt? His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and he was looking at the ground. He slowly glanced at me, and his expression softened, making him look even more handsome then before. But when he saw me looking at him it was gone, and the evil, ever-present smirk was back. He handed my collar that he was grasping to Dane and stepped back, leaning against the wall with the unknown-named ape. Dane glared at me, it's severity making my blood chill in terror. Only one thing happened with that smirk.

"You, are disgusting." He stated simply as if he was discussing the weather. He then raised his fist, preparing it for contact. "And we do not need fags polluting our school." I knew what was coming, and his fist started to move rapidly toward my face. I glanced pathetically at Collin, pleading with my eyes for help. For a second he looked sorry, but his face hardened and he instead turned and stomped down the hallway, punching a locker forcefully as he went. A sickening crack then echoed through the hall, making my face explode in pain. The floor came closer to my eyes as I fell, dizziness clouding my vision.

I hit the ground with a thud and the blackness started to overtake me, weakening my senses as the smirking face of Dane Mcallister faded from my sight.

I hate this, hate that I am picked on for being different, taunted for being myself. However I hate Collin even more. Because even with everything he does to me on a daily basis and all of his taunting I still love him. I am in love with my tormenter.